The Summoner
Prologue
The pain was unbearable. The searing heat, scorched bone, and roasted flesh itself was almost too much for him. Yet the mask, remained untouched by the rain of fire that had descended…
Stumbling, crawling, groping, He pulled himself towards the massive gate. But it was too much. Why should he bother? What was possibly left for him beyond those ancient walls? His pregnant wife, Lady Sonya? His wife, who stilled refused to leave the refuge? His child, that may not be his? The Guild? In all its years, it still remained arrogant - A place for the dreamiest to pursue foolish attempts at chivalry. The only staying power for Him had been his savior, and later, betrayer in all things…
But yet, was this remorse for killing him? Pity for understanding only too well the burdens his master placed upon him? Would it be worth the risk, to crawl burnt and broken, yet still victorious through the Bronze Gate, and to the heroes waiting beyond, only to possibly betray his friends at a later date? Would it be such a sin, to reside in his remote hut above the village of Snowspire, to rest and recuperate, even while planning what could be the end of the world? What would his wife think? Or the people of Bowerstone? No, it was not worth that much…
Yet, he still found himself moving ever forwards, a new resolution upon him, a plan already beginning to formulate, a new power waiting for him to cease, a new tale waiting to be weaved…
Authors Notes:
I lost the previous documents and wasn't particularly happy with them anyway. This is the same story, just told differently... More will follow shortly.